River foreland
Beneath the dyke cow parsley, hogweed, poppies, thistles, the summer rage of stinging-nettles. The landscape of stories. How bottomless the kolk where you should never swim. An other word for a kolk is an eddy. How immense the mythical pike who lives there and your grandfather, as a boy, already saw before. On that side of the dyke the old man lives alone in a crooked house. During high water he puts the chairs on the kitchen table and takes up residence with his children on this side, until the water has dropped. |
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Willem van Toorn [1935] |
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